This is a song about "I f ked yo mama"

I'm afraid, though, yo mama is givin me head with a smile in the kitchin

Said "why you acting pure as nixon?", she said "you had no permission

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

But i just can't stand how f***** up the whole world is

I use yo mama as a waitress,

Perhaps it's a musti'm facin cases

Lucky seven probably poppa

I give two shits about yo mama

I don't mind if you niggas hate

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

How could i not blow? all i do is drop "f" bombs

I needed some change, mama needed a raise

They say that i never cease to amaze

How could i not blow? all i do is drop f-bombs, feel my wrath of attack

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that